LET'S GO SURFING!
*Look!!!* hollered Roaring*Hot*Vermillion.
«Where » replied Clear«»White«»Whistle, searching the ocean around it with sonar pings generated by its multiton fluid body. «I see nothing.»
*I didn't say 'see'! I said 'look'! Up in the nothing near Sky¤Rock!*
Clear«»White«»Whistle quickly formed an eye out of its amorphous jelly-like substance and used it to look upward into the waterless void above the ocean, where its sonar was nearly useless for seeing things. It adjusted the shape of the gelatine sphere into a crude lens until the heavens blossomed with hundreds of tiny pinpoints of light. A new light was now in the sky. It varied rapidly in brightness and moved away from the Hot-limed side of the rocky planetoid above them, toward an approaching moon-sized silvery ellipse.
«It is the rocket of the humans. They are leaving Sky¤Rock to return to their circle in the sky that flies in the light of Hot.»
*That means the humans didn't foam out while surfing the Big¤Bloop to Sky¤Rock. Say! I feel another wave coming!*
«I wonder if they'll ever come back .»
*Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. But until they do LET'S GO SURFING!*